The hubby happens to work in the “weather industry” (totally cryptic, huh?!). He’s a computer guy who happened to have an interest in weather. Since starting this particular job “in weather” after graduate school, he comes home with little nuggets of meteorological wisdom as a result of his work.
Last week, the hubby came home and spent most of dinner explaining the concept of “gust front” to me. In a nutshell, when it rains, it cools the air, the cooler air sinks. During a strong storm (like one we experienced last week, hence my weather tutorial), this large amount of cool air is pushed out along the ground with relative force. It’s sort of like a mini cold front. If you’re lucky, in advance of a storm, you can feel this burst of cool air as it’s pushed in front of the system.
I have discovered that I am an experienced detector of a similar phenomenon here at home now dubbed the “poop front.” In the last few weeks, I have been convinced nearly once a day that peanut has pooped. Convinced, of course, by the tell-tale aroma. I’ll chase the little guy all over the house asking “Did you poop?” to which he always responds “No-o-o-o-o-o” (with each “o” going up an octave). I’ll finally catch him, check his backside and sure enough, no poop. Perplexed, I let him go and we continue whatever activity we were engaged in.
But then, 10 minutes later, it will be unmistakable. Having been recently deceived, I will peek in that diaper assuming it will again be empty. Only this time, I find that, indeed, peanut has pooped. Huh? Have I become so in tune with my toddler that I can predict the poop? Scary thought.
The only explanation is that a similar phenomenon to the gust front is taking place in peanut’s insides and I’m the lucky witness to the poop front.
Ah, the joys of motherhood!
[Hope you enjoyed the weather shout out, K & M! 🙂 ]